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Transformation is Inescapable

DW Fic: Matched Set

Story: Matched SetAuthor: kaffyrCharacters: Donna Noble, the Tenth DoctorRated: GWord Count: 281, per Google docsEdited by: Unedited; all mistakes are mine.Summary: The Doctor is subjected to an ... unsettling ... radical makeover.Author's Notes: This was a stocking stuffer for livii in the 2011 fandom_stocking. As a former redhead myself, I empathize with Donna's amusement.Disclaimer: As much as I wish it were otherwise, no Whoniverse characters are mine. They are the sole properties of the BBC and their respective creators. I intend no copyright infringement, and take no coin. I do, however, love them all, and thank the BBC for letting me play in their sandbox.

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At first she thought he'd been sulking since they escaped — which would have been no surprise, since the Doctor's sartorial pride had presumably been sorely wounded. After a while, though, she realized he was stealing glances in various reflective surfaces in the console room and ... wait, was he ... primping?

Donna simultaneously rolled her eyes and grinned.

"So, spaceman."

"What?" He looked at her almost guiltily.

"Isn't there something you can do about it?"

He made a little moue, and shrugged. "Weeeeell, yes, certainly I'll do something about it. On the other hand, it was done as an honor to you."

She snorted. "Just because members of the Aeolinian High Court travel in color-coordinated pairs doesn't mean they can kidnap and do extreme makeovers on a couple of off-planet visitors. And since you got the worst of it, I'd think you'd agree."

"Be fair, now, they thought we were visiting royalty, not just any old Earth girl — "

"Oi! Watch it with the 'old,' Mars boy."

" — any young and extremely attractive Earth woman and her Time Lord."

"My Time Lord? Not bloody likely," she muttered, with only the barest hint of regret.

"Of course not!" he agreed, too quickly. "Still — and not to repeat myself, but it's a point worth making — this was done to honor you." He hesitated, slightly glum. "Since they apparently don't think much of brunettes."

Donna quirked a smile. "Yeah, well, I can't accuse them of bad taste for liking redheads, I suppose."

She wasn't going to tell him how oddly attractive he looked as a ginger. She would rather have died.